A few months ago, in the dark night, a meteor suddenly fell.

That stream of light cut through the sky and fell in the southeast.

The meteor landed outside Guxiang City, about 72 miles away.

At that time, it was more than ten miles in a radius and collapsed, turning into a huge pit, with the deepest in the middle.

And the center of the pit is a piece of meteorite.

Sitianjian believes that this is a sign of great danger.

Some monks won the favor of the Emperor of Great Zhou with this, and thus received generous rewards.

But the rebels in the twelve cities of Baixiang raised troops to rebel under the name of this heavenly phenomenon.

Even later, in order to seek orthodoxy, the rebels wanted to rob the meteors that fell from the sky.

However, two days after the meteor fell, the huge meteorite that fell into the hands of the government had disappeared on its way to the capital.

Now no one knows where the huge meteorite iron lands.

In fact, practitioners from all walks of life also care about the divine iron from the sky.

Not only a practitioner, but also a monster monster who heard about this, he also felt that this was a divine object and was quite thoughtful.

In addition to those who practice, there are also many martial arts people in the mundane world who want to explore this thing.

After all, when this magical iron falls into the world, the first thing that is seen is the people in the mundane world, and the first thing that spreads to ordinary people.

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"I heard that the rebels always wanted to find the things that came from the sky, saying that they were ordered by heaven to carve the treasures passed down from generation to generation."

"Who can know where the divine iron is? On that day, all the people on the road died. I don't know who took the action!"

"That's true. Those who dare to rob and kill the official family are indeed powerful."

"Who will spread this matter except the rebels?"

"That is the divine iron from the sky. If it is made into a weapon, it will definitely be an invincible weapon."

"If I can do it, I will definitely be made into a sharp sword!"

"I want a spear."

"You all want weapons. If it were me, I would like to build a pair of armor. I don't want to kill people, I just want to be invulnerable and no one can kill me."

"You are so lazy."

"But, I have always had great sword skills. If I can forge a sword and fight with someone, I will cut off the opponent's weapons with one knife, and then the opponent will be bare-handed. I will gain the upper hand with weapons and will definitely win... In this way, can I make a name for myself in the martial arts world?"

"It's really a daydream in the sky."

"You can't say it. Half a month ago, I heard that there was a young man using a knife on the other side of Canghe. He got an invincible sword and challenged him everywhere, killing countless famous old swordsmen. He seemed to have gone south and prepared to challenge martial arts masters all over the world."

This is the conversation of many people in the martial arts world. When it comes to their own ideas, they are mostly jokes.

And in the inn, there was a young Taoist priest who was carrying a long sword on his back, sat in the corner, drank tea, and smiled a little.

There was a bit of smile in his smile. Although there was not much malice or ridicule, he was like an elder, looking at many young children, talking about his future dreams, and talking about how he would do what he would...

"All ordinary people, but how could they know that the treasure from heaven is the god of iron?"

The young Taoist priest came from Qianjimen and was named Yu Qing.

He did not join Sitianjian, but learned about Shen Tie from a fellow disciple who worked in Sitianjian.

Judging from the residual aura of the giant pit at that time, it was a real divine iron, and it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

But the god iron was robbed and I don’t know where it was.

Yu Qing has been searching for half a month and has not yet found the place where he is going.

However, from the places where the government was robbed and killed at that time, no magic residue was found, and it should have been done by people in the martial arts world.

Unfortunately, I am not very good at practicing Taoism and have not been able to follow the traces and follow the past.

However, even if he can follow the traces to trace the source, it is quite difficult now.

Because there is more than one monk who pursues the Iron of God.

“It’s really difficult.”

Yu Qing sighed in his heart.

There were also practitioners who were in front of him to pursue the divine iron, but the other party seemed to be unable to follow the traces and traces to the source... but they were afraid that the practitioners coming from behind could find clues, so they took action to erase many remaining traces.

Nowadays, even practitioners with great attainments are difficult to follow.

Therefore, the Shentie is still missing.

However, the Shen Iron is now very likely to fall into the hands of martial arts practitioners in the mundane world.

Maybe it was a martial arts gang, a certain aristocratic clan in the martial arts world, or even some martial arts practitioners, who joined forces temporarily.

"If there is no clue in search of another year, I will give up."

Yu Qing said intimately: "Even if there are clues, there are many people who are pursuing Shen Iron at the moment, and they may not be able to get my turn. There are even traces of Yang Shen Zhenren, but they have not appeared and compete with each other through their practitioners..."

He has not yet reached the realm of Yang Shen, but he still thinks that his own luck may come and he can obtain the iron of the divine.

Many practitioners think that among the countless sentient beings, they are the most special one.

Yu Qing is no exception.

"Um?"

His heart suddenly jumped.

The chess pieces laid out before seemed to involve something.

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Guxiangcheng is more than 200 miles south.

Zhenyuan Villa.

Today's blue sky and white clouds.

There are green mountains and clear waters here.

But the water is dyed red.

There is a smell of blood here.

Here are full of broken limbs and broken arms.

"Your ancient manor, you are so brave. You dare to rob and kill the people from the government and take this piece of divine iron."

This is a man in gray robe, holding a sword in his hand, covered in blood.

He raised his sword and patted the old man on the face twice, and said, "After so long, there was no sound of the wind. If I hadn't tried the sword you treasured before and looked at the corpse of the official officer, I had compared the wound marks, but I could not have thought it was you."

The old man was in a mess, his breath was listless, and his white hair was stained with blood.

"Your sword was also cast by me myself back then. I never thought that this sword would slaughter Zhenyuan Villa today."

"The so-called worldly affairs are just like this."

The man in gray robe said slowly: "Where do you hide the magic iron? Tell me that I can spare your life. Otherwise, you can also try it out, how sharp the sword you cast yourself is..."

The owner of the ancient manor sneered and said, "I told you clearly, will you spare me?"

The man in gray robe nodded and said, "Of course, I can do it. I also need you, the master of sword making, to forge the divine iron into a sword for me."

The ancient owner showed a sarcastic look and said, "The day the sword is completed is the time when I raise my sword with my body?"

The man in gray robe shook his head and said, "Since I studied martial arts, I have been walking in the world, and I have a word of it. You should know."

The ancient owner laughed and said, "I will know that you have a word and say nothing, otherwise I would not have cast this sword for you... But the god iron is currently involved in the court, the rebels, and there are countless covetous people in the martial arts world. You must be silenced."

The man in gray robe suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "I don't believe it. I have flipped through your Zhenyuan Villa, but I can't find it!"

As the sound fell, a strong wind suddenly burst out.

The man in the gray robe felt a stern and had no time to react.

A puff!

I saw a ray of blood splashing from his chest and abdomen.

The man in gray robe fell to the ground and his whole body trembled.

And just ahead, a middle-aged man was walking slowly.

"How can ordinary people think of God's Iron?"

The middle-aged man held a folding fan in his hand and fanned slightly. He came to the ancient owner of the man in the gray robe, but stepped on the man in the gray robe. He looked down and said to the ancient owner: "Where is the magic iron?"

Guzhuang advocated open his mouth but did not speak out.

With a bang!

The dying man in gray robe was suddenly stepped on by him!
To be continued...